Chapter 231
Bokrog
What Arthur had done just now…
was truly ugly.
So ugly that if he could turn back time, he would never choose to do it.
But in order to defeat Bokrog, and raise his power to a level that allowed him to fight an entity among the Great Old Ones, Arthur had no other choice.
He was forced to sacrifice all of his soldiers.
Every soldier…
Every shadow…
Every entity that had fought in his name.
At the moment of the sacrifice, the magical power stored within his soldiers surged out like a dark flood, rushing toward Arthur's body.
It was not gentle energy.
It was power saturated with killing, blood, and will.
Arthur merged that power with his own power of darkness, then distributed it throughout his body with speed and brutality.
His body cracked, changed, and evolved by force.
In a short moment, he rose to a stage far beyond what he had been before.
But this advancement…
was temporary.
Only fifteen minutes.
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Now—
With Bokrog's spear shattered, the latter quickly raised his hand to block Arthur's attack.
But—
Arthur's hand was faster.
His fist shot forward and struck Bokrog's face with crushing force.
{You made me do something I hate…}
{Prepare to taste an agony worse than death, you filthy green bastard!}
Arthur screamed madly and charged toward Bokrog's body at terrifying speed.
But before he could reach him—
Bokrog disappeared into the ocean itself.
'Damn…
I only have a limited amount of time.'
Bokrog was intelligent.
He knew that Arthur's current strength was not permanent.
And in his current state, Arthur was truly capable of killing him.
Therefore, Bokrog was forced to make a decision he hated from the depths of his soul.
A decision he had never wanted to use.
Sacrificing the power of his own world…
and revealing his complete true form.
At that moment—
The sky trembled.
The ocean erupted into madness, as though it were screaming at the command of its master.
'He's… releasing his complete form.'
With this realization, Arthur sensed that something was wrong.
The ocean began to descend.
The water faded.
It withdrew from existence itself.
Until—
The ocean disappeared completely.
Arthur looked around…
There was nothing beneath his feet.
Only a small stretch of land, completely devoid of water.
{{Boy…}}
{{You forced me to reveal my true form.}}
{{You are truly excellent.}}
{{Rejoice… because I am going to kill you.}}
The voice echoed inside Arthur's body, as though it were piercing through his bones.
He raised his head—
And saw the entity.
A strange, terrifying entity standing in the heart of the dark sky.
A beast with six arms,
and ten yellow eyes on every side of its body.
Where its mouth should have been…
ninety tentacles moved with disgusting slowness.
This was Bokrog's complete, true form.
{Damn… you're ugly.}
Arthur said it calmly.
But deep inside…
for the second time in his life since his transmigration—
he felt defeat approaching.
He raised his hands high, placing one before his face and the other before his stomach, then floated in the air in a meditative position.
He knew now.
He was completely certain.
The Outer Gods and the Great Old Ones shared one principle:
Respect for their opponent.
He knew that Bokrog would not attack him while he was defenseless.
Therefore, he quickly began gathering the magical energy around him—
But the shock was harsh.
There was no energy.
Bokrog…
had absorbed everything.
"I have no choice."
> {{Will you surrender before the battle begins?}}
{And what fool would do that?}
Arthur smiled with insane excitement, then charged toward the enormous Bokrog and disappeared.
Bokrog searched in every direction with his eyes, but—
He could not find him.
'You're mine.'
Arthur appeared directly above his head and placed his hand upon it.
"Blood Demon!"
He shouted with force.
He began absorbing Bokrog's power rapidly and violently.
{{You cowardly bastard!!}}
Bokrog shouted furiously as he felt his power being drained from him.
He struck the air beneath him, then turned his enormous body and slammed into the ground with tremendous force, attempting to crush Arthur along with him.
But—
Arthur smiled with pure malice.
He jumped away before the impact.
And in that brief moment—
The tentacles shot out from Bokrog's mouth, wrapped tightly around Arthur's body, and then—
swallowed him in a single bite.
{{I have won.}}
Bokrog smiled in the ecstasy of victory.
The fifteen minutes passed.
Arthur's power returned to its previous state.
Bokrog heard nothing.
He did not care.
He was certain that Arthur would never get out.
After one minute…
his body would be dissolved by the acids in his stomach.
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Inside Bokrog's stomach
'Disgusting bastard…'
Arthur smiled slyly.
This had been his plan…
his final hope.
Then—
His body was covered in something black, hard, and unbreakable.
"Armament Haki… truly useful."
(Armament Haki has no color, but this is only for clarification.)
Arthur had raised his Armament Haki to an extremely high level.
It no longer consumed more than a small amount of his magical and spiritual power.
And his soul…
was formidable.
The disgusting green stomach acids began surrounding his body, attempting to dissolve it—
But to no avail.
Not for long.
Even Armament Haki would not withstand the stomach acids of one of the Great Old Ones for long.
But—
Without hardening: one minute.
With hardening: five minutes.
"Now… it's time to drain one of the Great Old Ones."
Arthur smiled mockingly and placed his hand against the sticky wall of the stomach.
And began—
absorbing his power.
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A gigantic body fell to the ground.
Lifeless.
Drained.
Like a mummy that had been consumed down to its final drop.
And from within the strange entity—
a small man carved his way toward the air.
"It's over."
Arthur smiled, completely covered in foul green blood, and looked at Bokrog's corpse.
"You bastard… thank you.
Now… I have a chance to face all the enemies to come."
He smiled with genuine joy as he held in his hand a preservation vial filled with Bokrog's power.
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